Thursday, February 2, 2012

"One time when I was 17, I fell asleep on [a friend's] couch, drunk, in my boxers. When he knocked on the window, I jumped out of the window, went to this house party already drunk, and somehow cut my foot on something. I was bleeding all over this person's house, in my boxers, dick hanging out every-[bleeping]-where. At a house party. In the middle of the winter. In my underwear."
—Creative Loafing oddly ended a list of Yelawolf's top five Atlanta hangouts with this glorious tale that proves one person's dream is another person's nightmare.

@nevernude cutoffs Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any inter-houseparty *bleep* or *bleep* -ing, or finger *bleep* or *bleep* -sting or *bleep* -esting or *bleep* eing or *bleep* or even *bleep* . Oh and if anyone tries anything with my sister Lindsay, I'll take off my boxers, I'll show you my *bleep* . And I'll personally *bleeeeep*

This story is so very ATL, my hometown. Just this morning I read a Facebook comment from one of my ATL friends about how she once snuck into a Jane's Addiction club show and woke up the next morning missing half a tooth. People there get CRUNK.

jane, while i was falling asleep last night i had the thought: is jane the reason that you hear the beats from "awnaw" and "forgot about dre" on so many this american lifes? whether it's true or not i appreciate that you cover the hip-hop beat here.